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Chapter List
- 1-Being Human
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Twenty-Five
- 26-Twenty-Six
- 27-Twenty-Seven
- 28-Twenty-Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine (Epilogue)
- 15
- 16
- 17
Sixteen - Dib POV
I wasn't sure how to proceed from this point. Seerah had whisked Zeke off before I could really do anything, and then she'd called her brother from the hospital and told him to... Well, I'm not sure what she told him, but I'm pretty sure it was to babysit me. It was a good thing I didn't have to deal with him through class, but he seemed to be waiting for me after every class. I couldn't even escape him in the dorm since he was my roommate.
"You know, you can tell her I get it." I complained to Lyse, who was lounging on his bed and leafing through his notes. "I get that she wants me to leave Zeke alone, but Jesus Christ."
"It's too much?" Lyse replied in a tone that said he knew my pain.
"It's way too much. Not even my own sister kicks me in the balls that hard."
"She really wasn't aiming for your balls, you know."
"Didn't seem that way from my angle."
Lyse chuckled. "Seerah has an interesting way of expressing herself."
"Are you sure you two are related?"
"Pretty sure."
I sighed and turned back to stare at the screen of my computer. It had piqued my curiosity certainly - Seerah hadn't known Zeke for more than a few hours and here she was, treating him like she'd known him all her life. There was just something off about it. Of course, I couldn't actually do anything about it, not with Lyse stuck to me like a leech. Sighing, there was really only one option, and that was to wait. I didn't like it at all. I folded my arms over my chest and stared at my screen, frowning. I could see it in my reflection's eyes, that look of "I want to know, so I'm going to find out one way or another, dammit". So I knew it was only a matter of time before I snapped the reins on my self-control and went looking for answers on my own.
I became aware of Lyse watching me, but I refused to look in his direction. If I did, he'd probably talk me down and then I'd never get anywhere.
"You really want to see Zeke that bad?"
"Huh?" The question startled me into looking over at Lyse.
He was sitting on his bed, studying me. "Why do you want to see Zeke so badly?"
"Oh, well. I, uh..."
"You have a crush on him already?"
"What? No!" I felt the blush creeping into my cheeks before I could stop it. "I'm just worried about him. He might have a concussion or something."
"I think if it were serious, Seerah would've called us and said as much."
"Before or after she kicked me in the testicles?"
"Mmm, before, more than likely. She likes to be direct."
No kidding, I thought to myself. Zeke was back in his dorm, so Seerah had informed me after watching me writhe on the ground for a good ten minutes. I wasn't to disturb him. Thus, my watchdog. I pinched the bridge of my nose and screwed my eyes shut.
"So," Lyse began, his tone inviting me to tell him to shut up as well as share, "who's Zim?"
I stared at him for a long moment. "Zim is... a neighbor of mine." I said at last, wondering how much I should reveal. "We grew up together."
"So why call Zeke 'Zim'?"
"Well... Zim isn't exactly... well." I paused. How could you explain Zim? "Zim isn't exactly your average run of the mill person. He likes disguises. He's obsessive compulsive and irritating as all hell. Illusions of grandeur are practically his belief system."
"So, basically," Lyse said, "he's the type of kid who acted out in order to get attention, and probably was diagnosed with all sorts of mental disorders in order to feed him drugs he didn't need just so he'd sit down and shut up, right?"
I shrugged. Trying to explain Zim was like trying to explain the theory of evolution to a religious zealot. "He acted out, sure. We got into a ton of fights."
Lyse hummed. "Sounds like me and Seerah."
"Huh?"
"She's older than me, so she'd boss me around when we were little. God, I hated her so much. But when we were older, I realized her bossiness was her way of expressing her love for me. She really didn't know how to do it any other way."
"Are you suggesting I'm in love with Zim?" I sounded incredulous even to my own ears.
"Disclaimer: You said that, not me."
I pulled off my glasses and scrubbed my face. "I am not in love with Zim. He's... God, he's not even my friend! Friends don't experiment on friends or try to kill them with a planet."
"Then what is he to you?"
"What?"
Lyse pushed himself up and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He stretched and stood up. "If you don't love him, and he's not your friend, what is he to you? Besides a planet-wielding psychopathic megalomaniac."
I stared almost open-mouthed at my roommate. Lyse just watched me, his face completely serious. I suddenly became aware that Lyse had purposefully put himself between me and the door. He wasn't going to let me out of here without a fight.
"Dib, I'm not a psychologist-"
"Got that right."
"-but even I can see there's something you're not admitting. It's almost like you're running away from something."
I put my glasses back on my face and rose abruptly from my chair. An overwhelming sense of indignancy and anger swept over me at that moment, but I wasn't sure if it was because Lyse was telling me things I didn't want to acknowledge or because I knew the things he was saying were right. What was Zim to me? I had come this far, intending to leave him behind and forget about him for a while, but seeing Zeke had changed all that. I didn't know why Zeke and Zim seemed to overlap in my mind and it was starting to irritate the shit out of me.
"Leave me alone," I growled out at last, "and get the fuck out of my way."
I shoved past Lyse and slammed out of our room. I heard him call me, but I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked right out of our building into the night. I didn't know what I was doing, really. I wasn't the type of person to run away from the problem that I was facing. But I didn't really know how to deal with this one. This was emotional, not some quandary of numbers and mathematical equations. I couldn't just plug in a permutation or equation and by some algorithm figure out why I was so pissed off. I just was. And the one - well, two, really - person I could count on for a fight wasn't here. I walked to the courtyard between my building and two other adjacent dorms and sat heavily on the picnic table set up on the green. I buried my face in my hands and just tried to stop thinking.
It was like asking an avalanche to stop moving.
Giving up, I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed her number.
"What?"
"Do you have to be so grouchy, Gaz?"
"Only to you, Dib. What do you want? I'm about to sit down and watch my TV screen be splattered with blood and gore."
I took a deep, long breath, let it out slowly, and began to talk. When I was finished, there was nothing but silence on her end. Thinking she'd hung up on me, I said, "Gaz?"
"You've got issues, brother."
"Tell me what I don't know."
She sighed. "Look, Dib, this is the kinda shit you need to figure out for yourself. I kinda figured you had the hots for that freak since you hit puberty and realized girls didn't have cooties. You and Zim were practically inseparable, so I don't know what changed so suddenly that you had to go so far to get away from him."
"I don't have the hots for Zim!" I snapped defensively.
I could almost see her raised eyebrow. "Now I know why the men in this family can't seem to have a love life."
"It's not like you have one."
"You don't know that."
I let out a wordless growl. Leave it to Gaz to manage to piss me off by just inferring she might have a boyfriend she wasn't telling me about.
"Calm down, Conan," Gaz said with a bit of a sardonic laugh. "I have a bit more respect for myself than that."
"Why do you do these things to me?"
"I like to see you squirm."
I sighed heavily. "So what do I do?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, how do I know I've got this thing for alien men?"
"We're not talking about alien men. We're talking about Zim."
"Who is male and an alien."
"Dib, I continue to wonder about your level of intelligence, and who you inherited it from."
"Well, it definitely wasn't Mom." I replied.
"No shit. If you inherited anything from Mom, it hasn't made itself apparent yet."
Neither of us remembered our mother very well. In fact, we weren't even sure we had one. Of the two of us, I was the one who looked like a veritable clone. Considering how our father treated us, it didn't really surprise people when we proved to be too independent for our own good sometimes.
"Look, Dib," Gaz said at last, "there's really no way to prove you have the hots for alien cock, okay? About all you can do is tell Zim about how you feel and hope he doesn't blow your face off."
"And if he does?"
"Then you won't have to worry about shit. I don't know! You're the one to closest to him. God, for once grow a pair and do something your goddamn self."
"You're a real bundle of encouragement, aren't you?" I asked dryly.
She didn't bother to reply. I could hear the dial tone before the last syllable left my mouth. I sighed heavily and closed my phone, staring at the tiny screen before the light went out. I was still unsure about what I should do, but if I didn't do something, I'd probably go insane. Sighing, I jumped off the table and decided I'd think about it more in the morning. Maybe then something would make what I should do obvious.
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